It will just stare at me, mocking me. It says "Go ahead and spend me, and I will haunt you for the rest of your days", but not in so many words.

My hands tremble as I pull the dollar bill out of the wallet, and the eye keeps its evilgaze upon me. My hand is now shaking as I attempt to transport the dollar from my wallet to the counter. The clerk asks if I'm okay, to which I can only reply with a horrified look.

I place the dollar on the counter, eye-side down, to see former president George Washington staring at me. His stare is different - that of compassion. Understanding. He seems to communicate through his gaze, as if to say "I know what you're going through. That disembodied eye is one of the creepiest things I have ever seen. Thankfully, I can only see it when placed next to another bill - and there's only a 50/50 chance of meeting the eye."

George's comfort is brief, as the clerk picks up the bill from the counter. The eye is BACK. It looks angrier than before, and is staring right at me!